How I became Homeless

Eight years old My dad was the kindest person, he was the best and my mom was the most loving kindhearted person you could ever meet. My name is joey I go to lakeview elementary and I live in a big, beautiful house. I have the coziest bed. It has a big soft mattress with my favorite dinosaur blanket and my walls have a gray matted face with white glowing eyes. It reminds me of a gray wolf that is strong, sturdy, warm and keeps me safe. every night I would look around the room and say “what would the walls say to me” would they tell old stories, be my friend or even just keep me company it has endless possibilities, they would probably talk about the time I painted on them I got in big trouble but it was defiantly worth it or maybe talk about my stuffie. Sixteen years old This is where everything changes for me. One night my parents went out on a date, so I got to stay at home. I just sat on the comfy couch in a fluffy blanket while watching a movie. After I made dinner “sniff mmm” good old mac n cheese (it was the best to eat warm food). After my parents came back but my dad looked really intoxicated, he could barely walk up the stairs then I saw my mom drowning in her own tears she sat down beside me and told me the story. It left me in shock. I had mixed emotions anger, depression and stress. It was the day after it all happened, I walked down the stairs to eat breakfast but see my dad drinking alcohol and my mom took his bottle away suddenly there was a “crash” my dad dropped his class leaving alcohol and glass shards all over the floor and my dad ripped his brown rough belt off and began to brutally hit my mom. I ran down to help her, but my dad wouldn’t stop. I called the police immediately, and they arrived and arrested my father, but my mom was rushed to the hospital immediately. I rode in the ambulance. When we got to the hospital, I have never cried like this before the doctors told me to leave but I refused then my mom heart rate dropped severely quick I got dragged out the room in pain I felt mad, sad and so very hurt inside I couldn’t begin to describe.